I know… I’ve already slacked in my blogging. Here’s the thing. Sometimes I have something really good to write about – so I do. Then there are weeks like these last few where I’m feeling like a “Debbie Downer” (so not a good name – I have a cousin named Debbie and she’s definitely NOT a downer). I think of something wonderful to write about when I’m not sitting at the computer with both kids napping – what is happening right. this. moment. Then, by the time I am sitting at the computer, it is gone – the spirit, the interest, the funny joke – whatever “it” is, it is gone. And I feel down and only want to post about something negative.
Like today… I was not a very friendly person to my husband last night. The kids and I had had an okay day – nothing catastrophic by way of fighting or disobedience… and dinner was going “fine” – Ella actually ate all I gave her of what I had made before requesting something else to eat. But I was tired and got grumpy over stuff that didn’t really matter. And then, attempting to be a good husband, he took us all to the mall so he could make a necessary return (time running out) and then watch the kids while I shopped for a bra. Ella spent 15 minutes in her room getting re-dressed to go out that turned out to be 15 minutes doing who-knows-what because she was still in a short sleeved shirt and skirt when Jeff went to get her. This actually sent my frustration level sky high as I deal with this every. morning. of. my. life.
Men – you may want to close the window now… but I don’t care if you continue reading.
Women – you know where I’m headed, don’t you?
Bra shopping is the WORST! Especially if you aren’t willing to spend the dough to go to Kiss & Make Up and have Ruth size you with one glance as you walk in the door. If you go to a department store at 7:30 when no one is working, you end up trying on a gazillion bras to find ONE that fits. You then buy the exact same bra in more than one color in an attempt to not be boring in undergarment choices.
So that didn’t help my mood… but I did get two new bras from which my underwire is NOT sticking out. So, all-in-all, he was a GREAT husband – keeping the kids busy and in a totally different department of the store while I got myself straight. Then… He. Paid. For. Them. Yep. He rocks. But I was still very, very mean before we left for the mall.
Then today – Ella can be one of the slowest children to get anything done. Remember a couple paragraphs ago where she spent 15 minutes NOT changing her clothes… Yes – this happens every morning. Side note: My mother was like this. My grandmother would routinely walk past her room and say, “now the other sock Sandy” so at least my kid comes by it honestly.
I got her to preschool AT 9:00 and then proceeded to go to Willow Lawn for Mommy & Me. Joe fell asleep in the car, as I knew he would, so we sat in the car for 30 minutes while I played Scrabble on my Kindle and he snoozed. Our friends showed up and we went it. We had a good time and I got a good work-out since Joe wouldn’t stay in one location long and we were seated near the stage (after perusing all the booths). He just kept walking out of the stage area and heading to the back of the room where Nutzy was. The thing is – he’s smaller and can get through the crowd so much better – making me step over kids and parents (sitting down) to try to get to him.
But we made it through the morning and were in a pretty good mood going to get Ella and meeting other friends for lunch. Then we got to McDonalds. I saw one school bus in the parking lot, but missed the other two in an adjacent parking lot. There was not a single table open and the people in line were going to have to sit somewhere. I called my friend and we re-routed to Chick-Fil-A. But that meant taking my kids OUT of an eating establishment AT NOON and getting back in the car.
Anyway – see what I mean? I could tell you about lunch and how Joe nearly threw my entire salad off the table… how he chucks his pacifier or “the ball” whenever he gets mad (sending me crawling on the floor to find it)… or how Ella didn’t want to leave the play area (FOR ICE CREAM) because it meant that it was also time to go home – so she took another 5 minutes (felt like 20) getting her shoes and socks on.
By the time we did get home, I was in a rotten mood and the kids got fussed at for stuff they shouldn’t have. Joe needed a nap when I put him down, but I just needed a quiet house for an hour so I put Ella down for a nap too. And she is actually sleeping.
Anyway- maybe you’ll just find humor in all this. Maybe you’ll find that you’re not the only mom to yell at your kids because they’ve left their shoes in your walking path and you’re carrying an armful of laundry so you trip over the shoe. Maybe you’ll just realize that you’re not alone.
That’s what I get out of these posts (when I read them on other people’s blogs)… that I’m not alone in what I feel and what I experience. And that makes my downer post worth it.
Gotta run. Joe just woke up in a fit. I’ll blog again sooner. Hopefully.